"..My time moves slowly
Gliding across the veil of my nude skin
If i should cross the border you made for me
Maybe i would not be here..
But now what sense does it make
To try and embrace a more pristine past
Looking forward i will take the risk
But i'll finally find answers to my why's.."
The lines that birthed the blog I own - gave it an identity, shaped, moulded and made it synonymous with the way I have begun to perceive a lot that goes on around me.
Variations The still waters of the air under the bough of the echo.
The still waters of the water under a frond of stars.
The still waters of your mouth under a thicket of kisses. -Federico Garcia Lorca